the most discoursing ones seem to be those trembling, or with shifted silhouettes, moved, almost blurry, especially those from her beginnings. Where’s a vibration of life, of change, of frailty and instability. Each of those is an image that dances in my eyes, and that’s how it lives.
I would watch and tease her undergut with my gaze. Whispering slant looks into her and waiting for her every gasp in anticipation of it all. All this forging a slow blast into each other’s world then that we’d have such a hard time to find a separated life years after.
that feeling of not belonging to where you are or who you are with, but living somewhat suspended in between the past or the future, still nostalgic about either of the prospects, still anchored in it. That was the past of great ambitions and the future of (in)decisions
A false pretense film. Grande, full of Sorentino’s by now filming stereotypes. Jane Fonda’s was maybe a more savory role.
haze and rain stitched me to, into and around the bed. Wavering between editing my best day of film in the LFF festival and re-watching some dance treasures I keep scattered around my bed
11 Oct – LFF 2015 5th day Yesterday during Skolimowski’s film, I was smelling my sweat deep into my hair elastic bands used as wrist bracelet and a watch hook for the past month. Shoving my nose in it and breathing in deeply as if getting high on it, same as I’d seen the young…
A day of good and VERY good films on my choice list, with the third one making it on my list of top 2-3 films from this festival I’d love to re-watch.
ODed on emotions and words that hit you wash through you swivel and turn inside you and then hit u again DOUBLEHITDOSELIKEIDIDNT EXPECTBUTWHATSTOEXPECTFROMNORMALLIFE?